How NOT to tell them you like them?
One thing you might already know about me... I'm a widow. I'm 27, the exact same age my husband was when he died last year. It's a tricky place to be. Especially, when a year later I feel like I'm ready to see what's out there. I'm not saying I want to actively start dating. I'm definitely not ready for it. But at the end of the day, I'm young and hot and really awesome, and tired of third-wheeling everyone.
- Top Story - October 2023
Holiday Pen PalTop Story - October 2023
The holidays are coming and it’s tough. This will be my second holiday season without my husband. Only last year it all happened so quickly after he died, I didn’t even have the time to think about it. I was overwhelmed with grief and simply didn’t care to please others with my presence. But now it’s been a year since Andrew’s death and I feel like some people expect me to move on, and join the festivities.
Drew, unspoken love
October 30th, 2022 Drew, It’s been 5 days since I ate. That means it’s been five days since you left me. Your heart went into a cardiac arrest, whatever that is, and it stopped. You stopped breathing too and your life ended in that moment. What you probably didn’t realize would happen, is my life ending as well. Actually, that would have been much easier- if I just died with you. Instead, you left me heartbroken and terrified of my life without you. I didn’t die that day, but my life ended.
How to waste your life without noticing?
You find a cool dish you want to cook one day. You find a place you want to visit one day. You learn a new skill you might use one day. What about now? You've been scrolling for hours. Forgetting the simple pleasure of unexpected lessons from the outside world.
The Timeline of my Womanhood
The first time I was accused of not being ladylike, I was 7. The accusation was made by one of my female teachers based on the top I was wearing. She said trying to look ‘sexy’ was inappropriate for my age. I had no idea what she meant.
Till death do us part
Bullshit. Marriage doesn’t end with death. Love doesn’t die with their last breath. Vowing to love, respect, and honor someone only when they are alive is almost as bad as signing a prenup. Real love lasts forever. Death did us part but our marriage doesn’t end until we say so.
- Top Story - August 2023
A $250 fine for killing a personTop Story - August 2023
On a Tuesday afternoon, October 25th, 2022 my husband, Andrew Dearing was on his way home from work. He was driving a motorcycle. We got it about two months earlier because we couldn’t afford a reliable car. We were convinced that a newer motorcycle in good condition was safer than an old car that would require a lot of maintenance. At that time, we were 26 and 27, and we dreamt of owning a home with a fenced-in backyard for our dogs. So money was pretty tight.